Author Anviloverheaven
Title Some Other Things
Rating PG
Prompt Something old, something new
Setting Season Four. Four off screen drabbles set during Something Blue.
Something Old,
“Is this a Slayer related phone call?” If she’d been older, Buffy would tell her what was going on, instead of trying to keep her in the dark, protecting her. It stunk, and it wasn’t like she wouldn’t eventually find out anyway
“Just get Mom.”
“Did Spike escape?”
“No! He didn’t escape, he… look, can you get Mom? I really need to tell, I mean talk. I really need to talk to her.”
“Did the chip break?”
“Dawnie…”
“Did he kill Xander?”
“DAWN!”
“Sheesh…Mom’s in the shower. I’ll tell her you called.”
Dawn hung up moodily. Being younger totally sucked.
Something new,
Buffy studied the globe between them thoughtfully. “Have you been to Brazil?”
“Once or twice.”
“Russia?”
“Yeah.”
“Oh… how about Hawaii?”
“Never been, but it’s not exactly top of the list. All that sunshine and… lava. Look, let’s just pick a less sunny place and we’ll go.”
Buffy pouted at that. “But I want our honeymoon to be somewhere you’ve never been before. Somewhere we can discover together.” She smiled in blissful happiness. “Somewhere new.”
“Anywhere we go will be new, cause we’ll be together. Now, close your eyes, spin the bloody globe, and just throw a dart or something.”
Something Borrowed,
With one last playful nip, Buffy pulled away from his neck. Settling herself more comfortably in his lap, she studied her handiwork with a satisfied little smile.
Spike made a final note in their wedding binder, and looked up. “You leave a mark?”
“Yup.” She slowly outlined said mark with a fingertip. He shuddered and closed his eyes. “You’re all Buffy branded now.”
Despite the strange note of pride in her voice, a sudden terrifying thought occurred to him.
“Need to borrow a scarf from your Watcher, Slayer. Don’t fancy breaking the happy news to your mum covered in hickeys.”
Something Blue
Six Willow cookies later, crashing realisation descends. There’s more than a good chance she won’t live long enough to get married, and the closest thing she’s ever going to get to the experience is one magically induced engagement.
To Spike.
Who’s still tied to the chair, making occasional gagging noises, and looking at Willow like he wants to rip her head off. It makes her kinda blue, not the head ripping off (half-way there herself) but the realisation.
He opens his mouth, she quickly shoves another cookie in.
His snarkily accurate observations are the last thing she needs right now.